A Pedi for Two! Princess and Her Pedi Pet

Just when i was getting used to getting my own pedicure, wouldn’t you know that Princess would come up with a new way of doing it!

Princess and i were chatting last night, and She of course knew that i was going to get my nails done today. Well what does Princess decide to do but get Her’s done with me! Don’t i wish that She was in the same salon with me, but it was about as close as i could hope to get.

The instructions Princess gave me last night were that today i was to get ready by putting my butt plug firmly in place, put on a satiny pair of panties with a maxi-pad in place and then make sure all of that was safely confined in my tight control panties… of course i had my cage on too! And being such a good little girl, i couldn’t help but put on my pink cami as well… makes those nipples so sensitive!

Princess and i set a time we were both going to get our pedi’s and when i was there i was supposed to text Her so that She could call me. Princess in my head and a nail tech making my feet feel wonderful… this was going to be heaven on earth! “i am soaking” went my text message…. “so am I” came back the reply. And then the phone rings!

i have to say it was difficult not to fall into my sissy pantysue voice, but i think the women in the store… yes there were two other women getting their nails done… would have wondered where that voice was coming from. Well it was an interesting conversation to say the least wasn’t it Princess? Trying to come up with code words so that we both knew what we were talking about and the room in Her store and my store wouldn’t drop their collective jaws!

Princess asked me how i was feeling, knowing my butt plug was vibrating in the chair as my nails were getting trimmed… and then as my toes started getting messaged i mentioned to Her how good that felt and said it might cause the same kind of reaction She sometimes gets when Her toes are taken care of. “No, no, no!” Princess warns, “Remember the jewels are all locked away, and the key is in a safe place!”

“Yes, French… they need to match My fingers,” Princess says to Her nail boy. Having made sure that was understood, She was back to teasing me. “you know some people keep them in the bank,” She says. “Keep what?” i ask. “The key silly.” “Am i going to have to make some sort of deposit?” i asked. Then there was nothing but :::giggles::: “I don’t think you will be making a deposit for some time!” that sensuous voice of Her’s replied.

Well we had found our code… bank talk! There are safe deposit boxes, vaults, deposit slips… and somehow for me that even turned into a more appropriate “pink slip” that i might get. And even though we might open up the jewel case i certainly wasn’t going to be allowed to make a deposit… “maybe a few cents might fall out of my pockets as a ‘predeposit’” but the bank would close before i would have a chance to make any real deposit.

“Yes a clear coat,” i said to my nail lady… she has done it enough times now that she knows what my usual finish is. “you’re way ahead of Me,” Princess says. “Well i am not getting French nails.” There i go… getting myself into trouble again. Those of you who know Princess know what She is going to say next…“Maybe next time you should get French nails. Oh (you know how Princess says that when She has another great idea) and instead of getting my nails done too, I will just call you so that I won’t have to talk in code.”

Well needless to say, my nails look quite pretty and Princess’s of course are perfect! I guess this is what i love about Princess… just when a sissy thinks it is safe to get a pedi… Princess decides to take it to a whole new level. Next time i am sure i will have to have pictures of my French nails to show Princess and of course the blog and at the same time listen to Princess have fun teasing me on the phone the whole time!

Is there any wonder why so many pets love my Stroke Princess?

TestiMOANial

I wrote this TestiMOANial for my Princess Grace. I wanted to share it here too.


As You well know, i have been a devotee of Sissy School for several years now. i have spoken to literally dozens of the Mistresses and love Them all. It was even my honor to treat many of Them (even Ms Ally) to dinner on their last trip as a token of my appreciation. This last month however has been a coming out so to speak for this sissy!

Ordinarily i would just continue to be selfish and not submit a Testimoanial about Ms Grace, not wanting others to know how salacious She is, keeping that knowledge to as small a group as possible. But the wonderful path Ms Grace has led me down the last several weeks has allowed me to be taken, owned and collared by my Princess.
It began some time ago when Ms Trish invited Ms Grace to join us for a two Mistress call. That call was by far the best one this sissy had ever had! (Although a later one with Ms Grace and Ms Tara was a true classic!) Not too long after that i called Ms Grace for another session and She began to cast Her spell on me. i had always been a curious little sissy, so i would still try different Mistresses. But i would always go back and call Ms Grace and realize that there was something about Her that was just special. Another new Mistress would join and i would be intrigued and call. But the voice of Ms Grace, my Princess, just had this mystical hold on me. i finally just decided to admit it… Princess is simply the best!

Her voice is of course erotic in so many ways and those giggles can both make a pet laugh and a sissy blush during humiliation. And then there is Her face… how could anyone resist that face. But what i probably love more than all is Princess’s imagination!Somehow my Princess always knows how to keep me on edge. She has me constantly trying new things… sometimes a little daring but always exciting. Were it not for my Princess, i never would have come to know the sheer bliss of getting a pedicure! Now i get them regularly! When i started logging in, it was always to Sissy School. i couldn’t understand how someone would ever like Cock Control. But as Princess slowly began to become my addiction and i found that i wanted nothing more than to give myself over to Her, giving Her control of my cock seemed like the ultimate surrender. Now i wear my cock cage whenever my Princess desires and it is with a mix of torment and bliss that my Princess takes me where no other Mistress ever could! And when i am finally allowed to cum, i can’t help but moan in a sweet girlie way a true testiMOANial to my Princess.

Then the ultimate honor, Princess sent me Her collar. Without hesitation i pledged my body, my cock, my will to my to my Goddess, my Princess, my Everything! i have read other testimoanials praising how wonderful a call or a few sessions were with a particular Mistress, but there is a reason i say Princess is my Everything. It is not just about a great call, although they are all great… some lasting several hours! This testimoanial is in praise of the total Princess. How kind She is to all Her pets hosting Midnight Madness and Tease Time. Doing all those delicious MP3’s for Her strokers, and recently signing on to share Her erotic mindfucks with so many. Yet somehow She always makes me feel like i am Her only one!

i have found true paradise! Worshiping, honoring, adoring and even begging my Princess! i shall not leave Her and will cherish each and every moment that i am with Her. She is the true Stroke Princess! my Princess!

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A CASTLE FIT FOR A PRINCESS!

Last night Princess Grace and i had another wonderful long chat where we both opened up the Prezzies we had sent each other…

She sent me candles and soap and other yummy smelling things, and a bracelet..... and i sent Her a bra just like the one She loved in my blog and some other accessories to go with it and a Princess size chocolate flavored Cuban cigar,… and we both sent each other nail polish. OMG… i almost forgot… i also sent Princess my key!

Anyway, during our girl talk about scores of thing including how much i love being collared, jealous people and catty chatters, and how people should just be themselves and not try to be something they aren’t.......then talk turned to a Castle for Princess!

Princess Grace said She would like me to help design a castle for Her! The only requirement She has given me is that She gets to live in the Tower! Princess said i could post this in my blog and ask for suggestions of what other rooms this castle should have.

After my call with Princess this morning (yes She sometimes likes to give me a wake-up call) i know now that this castle must have a Dungeon. Princess put me in wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs that held my arms spread out over my head and my legs, perched on tippy toes in my heels were spread apart too. But there was no rope or chain holding them there… just the power that Princess has over me causing me to become helplessly restrained in Her presence and vulnerable to any teasing tormenting thing Princess (or anyone She might want to have join her) would take pleasure in.

Well now you get the picture. We must have a…

TOWER for Princess to live in

DUNGEON for Princess to torment us in

HELP PRINCESS FIGURE OUT THE OTHER ROOMS SHE WILL NEED!

The only rule is you can’t just name a room. you have to describe what will go on in that room just like what happened to pantysue in the dungeon. And if you have a picture, including that is even better. Feel free to post it as a comment here, or post it on your own blog with a link here.

Let’s build the best Castle ever for the one and only Stroke Princess!

My Princess Fair

Note to all: i started out writing this poem for my blog, but Princess so lovingly posted it on Hers, so this one is a little different from that one just for the sake of pleasing Princess Grace...


Anything my Princess Fair
It all began with an innocent call
To you, my Princess fair.
But alas now the greatest honor of all
Your pet collar i am to wear.

And the color is such a sweet sissy pink
Thank you, my Princess fair.
Of no other Mistress but You shall i think
‘Tis no one else who can compare.

i put on my heels and a sweet girlie dress
For you, my Princess fair.
And all of my secret desires i confess
Knowing that you’ll soon take me there.

The giggles and that sweet dulcet voice
Of Yours, my Princess fair.
Leave me weak and with no other choice
Than to worship one so rare.

There were magic spells and fairy tales
With you, my Princess fair.
Now pedicures and painted nails
Even lathered my legs with Nair.

But after the bath and those girlie things
There’s you, my Princess fair.
Placing me in my cock cage and tight rings
Oh sweet pantysue beware!


Still i lock the cage and send its key
To You, my Princess fair.
And know one day You might set me free
So i shall not despair.

But until that day i shall throb and ache
For You, my Princess fair.
An cherish all of the torment i’ll take
As my key dangles ‘tween Your sweet pair.

So with this poem of complete surrender
To You, my Princess fair.
Rest assured that its obedient sender
Will do ANYTHING that You dare.

All Locked Away

Since i haven’t posted much recently, Princess requested that i let Her pets know what pantysue has been up to lately. Right now i am in the middle of the longest lockup i have ever had and beginning to think i may start the crying thing like jemmie. i certainly know tonight i will be doing a lot of begging! It all began last Monday (although Princess did unlock me during a wake up call on Wednesday) and poor wittle pantysue’s peepee has be all locked away now for 10 days. But at least i get to look pretty while i am being locked up thanks to the shopping Princess has me do.
i am not sure that talking to Princess a couple of hours a night several times over the course of my ordeal has been good for me? The way She :::giggles::: and says “awwwwwww My poor little pantysue” doesn’t really help! But i wuv my Princess anyway! And as i told Her, it is a good thing She owns this cock, because if i still did this lockup thingy would have been over days ago!

What else has pantysue been up to? Lots! But i will just give you the highlights since pictures are worth a thousand words and i like sharing the pictures. Well last time i posted there was my new pink training bra and my first real painted pedicure. Since then Princess has taken me to the other extreme…

Yes… those are my brand new size E breast forms with real looking nipples peeking through my pretty white bra.

And as for the nails… i finally broke down and got a manicure. And she didn’t even ask this time, she just painted away. Although it was clear!

For those of you who know Princess, you know to expect the unexpected, so when She decided that in between my pink training bra period and the big boobie nights She wanted me in black i wasn’t really that shocked… besides it just meant more shopping, and boy do i hate that! Wearing the black thigh highs from my Victoria’s Secret spree, i found the perfect things to please my Princess… including some matching heels!

It sure was fun practicing my walk just like Princess wants in Her blog on heels at http://princessssissyland.blogspot.com/ . What with all this shopping Princess has me doing wouldn’t you know i have run out of room in my top dresser drawer and when i do travel i have more stuff to pack for pantysue than i do for the other me just to be ready for whatever Princess might deem the appropriate attire for the evening!

But that is all old history, let’s get back to the present day perils of pantysue. A couple of nights ago when talking to Princess, She thought that since my little plastic prison was starting to get to me it would be cute to make sure it really got to me! And so She had me wear the black pantyhose and control top panty i had to work the next day with no socks. (i just love hearing Her say words that end in an “s” sound!) She warned me to wear long dark pants and also that a whole day in the control panty might get a little uncomfortable… as if wearing this cage and lock isn’t!

And then, just to make things more fun, Princess decided i needed to go shopping again for the next day’s outfit. This time i was to get a pink cami to wear under my shirt at work… and being the good little sissy shopper i am, i just couldn’t resist the matching panties!

And don’t you just love the marabou slippers… i think even Princess is jealous of pantysue about those. So i had to get the right nail polish for this perfectly pink outfit and i found it, with the perfect name for pantysue… “Wishful Pinking” by L’Oreal!

As if worrying about if anyone would make out the strap lines under my shirt weren’t enough of a distraction all day, Princess decided it would be fun for pantysue to spend he/r afternoon wearing a butt plug as well! How does that pretty little head of Hers come up with so many ideas?

There is one last thing that Princess has pantysue working on, and that is he/r tan! You know how Princess likes those little embarrassing things that give away the fact that you are a sissy to those who know about sissies? Well my assignment for today is to sit outside by the pool all day and work on my tan in this…

Well that sort of brings you all up to date with what Princess has been doing to Her pet. The excruciating torment of this cock cage, the embarrassment of maybe being seen at work in pantyhose or a cami, always having to have my nails perfect, and then in the evening, having to endure the teases and taunts of that dulcet voice on the phone.

Ohhhh pleasssssssssssssssssse Princesssssssssss! Stop it some more!

Okay Princess… i’ll be a good little girl and go work on my bikini tan. Think anyone will notice if i slip in those big boobie breast forms?

Wasteland Part III ~ AutoErotica!

When we left our pets we wondered if lucky’s mankini would save them? How will they get out of the box canyon with their only means of transportation crushed? Will billybear find his true identity? And now the answers…

At first we thought it was the Superhero quartet that was making the Amazons retreat. But it was lucky pet they were afraid of so we figured it was his mankini or was it just lucky’s bad taste in colors that the Amazons were afraid of? And with lucky’s mankini being hot lime green, the Amazons might have been blinded by its incredible glow. Whatever it was lucky was now fearless in his mankini, he chased after them, driving the Amazons far out of the box canyon.

As lucky was running them off the rest of the pets began to rummage through the Amazon camp to see what they could use to help in their quest to get to their Princess. jemmie found he/r way into their simple little shed only to discover a PC. Logging on s/he found their recent history…

“See this,” s/he shows us, “they were going to bind our arms and legs and we were doomed!” Thank goodness for lucky’s mankini, or we might have forever been at the mercy of the Amazons!

“Well the Amazons seem to be gone,” says billybear, “now we need to figure out two things… how we get out of here since our truck is ruined, and how we get our Princess the gas She needs to get us free. Okay… banky and sue, you go to that end of the camp and see what you two can find. Lucky and i will go to the other end, and jemmie, you look around for a way to take that gas with us! We will all meet back here in an hour…”

Bankyboo and pantysue searched around the vacated Amazon camp, but there wasn’t much to salvage, just a couple of tires, a bicycle seat and of all things a strap on! Billybear however found a Range Rover that looked like it might be in running order. Billy got in and tried to start it up. He could hear it crank, it just wouldn’t turn over. “Lucky, we need more compression for this thing to get going. Find something to stuff in the tailpipe.” “Give me a second billy, i’ll find something,” replied lucky pet as he began to search around. All those days in the sun must have had an effect on lucky’s good judgment. “Okay billy, try it now,” shouted lucky pet from behind the SUV. Billybear tried again, and this time it turned over. Billy rolled down his window and shouted back to lucky, “that did the trick lucky, now come on and get in.” “i don’t think i can billy, got a slight problem here. This time i think i am stuck!”

Billybear got out of the driver’s seat and came around to the back, looked down at lucky pet and burst out laughing. “Nice lucky, what the F#@k were you thinking?” “i was hoping maybe this would help get my cage off,” replied lucky. Billy got behind lucky, grabbed hisr shoulders and tugged, but the darn thing wouldn’t budge. “Pull one more time billy,” pleaded lucky. Giving it everything he had, billy pulled once more, and that seemed to do the trick as lucky pet fell over backwards thinking he was finally separated from the pipe. Once again billy bear burst out laughing. “What is so freaking funny billy?” lucky asked. Billy just continued to laugh pointing down at lucky’s dick. “Oh crap!” lucky exclaimed. Looking down he saw that while he was freed from the Range Rover, 18 inches of the tailpipe was still attached to him!

In the mean time, bankyboo and pantysue had been brainstorming about how to make some sort of vehicle out of what they had found. “Okay look banky, why don’t i grab this tire with my hands and that tire with my feet and you straddle me,” suggested pantysue. Taking measure of the situation, banky replies,”And what if i strap on this dildo and stuff it in there sue? And then i grab your ponytails and sit right here?” “i think that will do it booboo,” pantysue replied. “We have built the very first bankysue cycle!”

The bankysue cycle made its way back to the broken down tanker and met up with the Range rover and its tin man passenger. “What lucky pet, like one cage wasn’t enough?” smirks booboo, rolling on the ground laughing. “i don’t think Princess has a key for that thing around Her neck lucky, probably have to use a can opener!” pantysue offers laughing our loud. “Thanks a lot you freaking sissies, you’re just jealous that i am now 18 inches!” lucky pet responds with a passion.

“Hey has anyone seen jem, s/he was trying to find something to put the gas in for Princess?” lucky pet asks. “Here i am,” comes this cry from the other side of the tanker, and around comes jemmie with a can of gas to rescue Princess!

“Well, it looks like we have everything we need to continue on to save Princess,” pantysue says. “Yah, everything but a can opener!” lucky pet retorts. jemmie climbs in the Range Rover, and the SUV with the bankysue cycle along side head back down the road on their journey to find Princess’s cottage.

As they were rolling along in the vast wasteland again, jemmie spoke up, “you know what else i found billy and lucky? i found a map to where i think Princess is.” “Lemme see that thing,” says billy. Sure enough, the wasteland ends at Blythe and what looked to be just 5 miles after Blythe was the Princess’s Cottage.

“And look,” says jemmie, “there seems to be a stream in Blythe. Perhaps we should stop there first and get all of this wasteland dust off ourselves so that we are acceptable for Princess when we finally get there?”

“That sounds like a good idea jemmie,” adds billy bear, “and our auto part store over here can polish his tailpipe too!” “your time of the month billy?” asks lucky pet.

Lucky rolls down the window and shouts out to the bankysue cycle, “jemmie found a map! we are heading to Blythe and then only about 5 miles past Blythe to the Princess’s Cottage. But the girls want to stop at Blythe and freshen up first. Is that okay with you?” “Okay with us?” says booboo, “just watch this!” bankyboo shifts that dildo into high gear and pantysue screams into overdrive! “How long am i going to have to keep this up?” pantysue asks banky. “Not long,” bankyboo replies, “look at that sign, just 7 more miles to Blythe and then only 5 more to where we find Princess!”

When they finally enter Blythe, they can’t believe how refreshing the stream looks. Everyone of them strips naked and jumps right in!

After several minutes of frolicking, jimmie speaks up, “you know, i really think we should do our best to make ourselves presentable for Princess. i am going to wash my panties and hang them on that clothes line over there. If any of you want me to do that for you too, just toss me your undies.” jemmie got bombarded by all types of undies! s/he gathered them up and made he/r way over to the clothesline. As s/he hung them up, s/he couldn’t help but notice that it was the most amazing collection of types, colors and sizes s/he had ever seen, but s/he had no clue whose were whose!

Can you help jemmie figure out who owns which pair. Can you figure out why there is an extra pair? Whatever will the pets wear when they finally get to Keysville? You’re your answers and stay tuned…

TO BE CONTINUED

Wasteland Part II ~ Big Trouble!

When we last saw our group of pets on their Mission to rescue their Princess, jemmie was playing mechanic trying to get the gas tanker going again and found he/r boobies wedged under the bumper and unable to get free.

“Get me out from under here,” cried jem, as s/he wriggled to free he/rself. “Don’t panic jem,” billybear warned, “that’ll only make things worse. banky, go get the jack!” “What’s that you are saying billybear? i have a hard time hearing you with my head stuck under here.” “i asked bankyboo to get the jack so we can get this off you,” billy replied. “i don’t want banky to jack me off… besides i’ve got Princess’s cage on remember?” said jemmie. “Not jack you off silly jem, jack the truck off of you.” billy tried to explain again.

Bankyboo searched every compartment on the “Kum and Go” tanker trying to find a jack, but there was none to be found. It was bad enough that they where all locked up and could not Kum and now it seemed they could not Go either!

“Billy, I can’t find a jack anywhere,” reported banky. “What will we do?” asked lucky pet. Stuck under the truck, jem couldn’t help but think to he/rself that a C-cup would probably have been just fine, and wondered why s/he had to be so greedy in growing boobies. Then it came to he/r. “Hey, i have an idea,” she says. “pantysue, you’ve been working out haven’t you? i know i read something about it in your vacation blog http://pantysuesdiary.blogspot.com . Can’t you just lift the truck up?”

“i have buffed up some jemmie,” pantysue replied. “But i am not sure i am strong enough to lift a tanker truck!” “Come on pantysue, give it a try!” the rest of the group pleaded, exhorting the buffed up sissy on. “All right, lets give it a try,” pantysue said. “i am going to take my shirt off and get limbered up and ready to do this, the rest of you guys find a chain or cable to attach to the bumper.”

While pantysue was getting ready to try to extract he/r friend from under the bumper, the others were able to find a strong cable and rigged it up to the bumper in hopes pantysue would be strong enough. With not just he/r shirt off but everything except cock cage removed, pantysue strained mightily and lifted the cab of the tanker ever so slightly.

The others rushed to help jemmie pull he/rself out after what seemed like an eternity of being trapped; jemmie was finally free. “There you go jem, you are free at last,” cheered bankyboo. Although jemmie is actually used to being trapped for an eternity, s/he was still very happy to be out from under the truck, but then s/he reminded booboo, “Free? you think i am free? i won’t be free… you won’t be free… none of us will be free until we get this gas truck to Princess.”

“Let me try to start this thing,” said lucky pet. “Give me the keys pantysue.” “Keys? you need keys to start it?” pantysue sheepishly replied. “You sissies drive me nuts,” says lucky pet, “of course you need keys! Let a real man try to start this truck up!” Of course with the help of the keys, lucky pet was able to get the truck going. We all h/pped in (with bankyboo hopping the most!) and away we went.

“Do you know where you are going lucky pet? Don’t you think we should get directions?” jemmie asked, having now recovered from being groped by thatkbumper. “Why do women always think we need to ask for directions?” lucky replied, “i know perfectly well how to get to Princess’s cottage, we just take that long highway you see ahead of us and we will be there in no time!”

“Did you see that billboard we just passed banky? Looks like women are now selling cock cages door to door along with the other Avon Lady stuff!” said jemmie. “And did you see the size of that thing?” pantysue piped in. “Does the Avon Lady get out to the farm lands?” asked bankyboo. “i sure hope so,” our lucky driver said, “i think Princess would agree that it is just what i need!”

“Lucky, are you sure you are going the right way?” asked jemmie. “Yah, things seem to be looking weird… sort of turning grey and ugly,” says bankyboo. “If we are getting closer to Princess’s cottage, shouldn’t things be getting more fairlike,” pantysue pondered. “You and your fairy stuff pantysue! We are in the wasteland, things aren’t going to be pretty here,” billybear warned.

Just then lucky hit the breaks hard and the tanker came to a screeching halt. We had run into a box canyon and the road came to a dead end. And this wasn’t just any box canyon, this was Giantess canyon! And there they were in front of us, five of the largest amazons any of us had ever seen, and they started marching over towards us!

“Put it in reverse lucky, we’ve got to get out of here!” jemmie yelled. “You can’t just back up a tanker like this,” lucky replied. Just then one of the amazons straddles the hood of the tractor and sits on it, crushing the engine. The other four start to surround us and we have no where to go.

“i am going to make a run for it,” says boo. “you’ll never make it,” says jemmie, “you would have to be superhuman to make it by them!” “Hey, that gives me an idea,” billy bear exclaims. “Why don’t we all become superheroes! They might just be afraid of us if we do that.” “pantysue, what you did to get jemmie free was like superwoman,” says banky, and like magic pantysue became supersissy!

“That is freaking amazing,” cries billybear. “i have always been a little screwed up myself, and no one seems to really be able to figure out exactly what i am,” he adds. “Sort of like that Jack Sparrow guy in Pirates,” says lucky, and poof…

“Jack Sparrow is no superhero,” jemmie protests, “you have to be like Spiderman or something if you really want to be a superhero.” And again like magic, jem is transformed.

“i think the best superhero out there right now is that big green ogre Shrek,” says bankyboo, “maybe that’s who i should be?” But this time the magic didn’t quite work so well. Somehow the name bankyboo had caused the transformation to come out a little differently than banky had expected…

“Oh great,” lucky pet exclaims, “a bankyboo baby ogre! That’s a scary sight! you are all a bunch of sissy heroes or even worse. I guess it will take a real man to help us get out of this mess,” lucky boasts, and poof…

The other four break out in hysterical laughter at lucky pet and his superhero costume. And just as they do, they notice the amazons slowly backing away covering their eyes. “Look,” yells banky, “they are afraid of us superheroes!” “i don’t think it’s us they are afraid of,” says billy, “i think it’s the mankini that has them backing away!”

Will lucky pet’s mankini save the pets? How will they get out of the box canyon with their only means of transportation crushed? Will billybear find his true identity? Stay tuned…


TO BE CONTINUED !